Yes folks, I'm calling it now. Sharpies are back.
We had the short-lived bogan revival, but now it's time for the real deal. We've already seen the return of the rat's tail at schools around the country, but now the clippers are coming out and it's business all round, except the tail. Or even the mullet-light.
And with the heat on bikies at the moment, it's time for those with rough as guts tendencies to find new digs.
I'm celebrating this by hucking up and spitting forcefully into the eye of good taste. Slipping into a pair of skin-tight acid-washed ankle-freezers and bunging on my cardie, it's time for me to ching! ching! ching! cash in on this ferocious era.
Yes, it appears that the [I was threatened to remove this, so I did] had it all over their rivals in Forest Hill, so this one's for them:
[Censored due to similar bullying]
And we all remember those pricks from Funkytown:
And for those of you who fondly remember the days when the inner suburbs were a place of bloodshed and pain - and not the oasis for yuppy wankers that they are now, here's a fond little reminder of when things were BAD:
And I wasn't talking bad in the Michael Jackson sense, oh no.
But wait folks. There's more.
The infamous Footscray Sharps are back with an almost exclusively female brethren (sistren? I give up). Here's one for you, sisters:
Trucker's caps are popular these days.
Here's a little something that I prepared earlier:
Speaking of hats, the little known Toorak Sharps are back too. I plan to cash in on that as well, assuming that Mummy let's them play:
Finally, here's my favourite. Just one for my homies:
Remember, kids: Order yours two sizes two small otherwise you won't look authentic enough.
Edit 16/09/2009: I was bullied into removing certain items from this webpage. If you're reading this, you know who you are, and I'm not amused. There's nothing artistic about threats of litigation.
We had the short-lived bogan revival, but now it's time for the real deal. We've already seen the return of the rat's tail at schools around the country, but now the clippers are coming out and it's business all round, except the tail. Or even the mullet-light.
And with the heat on bikies at the moment, it's time for those with rough as guts tendencies to find new digs.
I'm celebrating this by hucking up and spitting forcefully into the eye of good taste. Slipping into a pair of skin-tight acid-washed ankle-freezers and bunging on my cardie, it's time for me to ching! ching! ching! cash in on this ferocious era.
Yes, it appears that the [I was threatened to remove this, so I did] had it all over their rivals in Forest Hill, so this one's for them:
[Censored due to similar bullying]
And we all remember those pricks from Funkytown:
And for those of you who fondly remember the days when the inner suburbs were a place of bloodshed and pain - and not the oasis for yuppy wankers that they are now, here's a fond little reminder of when things were BAD:
And I wasn't talking bad in the Michael Jackson sense, oh no.
But wait folks. There's more.
The infamous Footscray Sharps are back with an almost exclusively female brethren (sistren? I give up). Here's one for you, sisters:
Trucker's caps are popular these days.
Here's a little something that I prepared earlier:
Speaking of hats, the little known Toorak Sharps are back too. I plan to cash in on that as well, assuming that Mummy let's them play:
Finally, here's my favourite. Just one for my homies:
Remember, kids: Order yours two sizes two small otherwise you won't look authentic enough.
Edit 16/09/2009: I was bullied into removing certain items from this webpage. If you're reading this, you know who you are, and I'm not amused. There's nothing artistic about threats of litigation.
